There’s something magical about waking up to the scent of fresh coffee already made. No alarms blaring, no rush to grind beans or wait for the kettle—just the warmth of a cup waiting for you, almost as if the day itself brewed it.

But let’s be clear—this wasn’t just any coffee. This was Peg’s coffee, and around here, she is definitely the GOAT. Somehow, Peg has that perfect touch: not too strong, not too light, just smooth and comforting in a way that sets the whole tone for the day.

This morning, I wrapped my hands around a steaming mug, its textured ceramic warm against my palms. The first sip was rich and familiar, carrying with it Peg’s quiet thoughtfulness. Coffee always has a way of grounding me, but today it felt different—like an invitation to slow down.

As I sipped, I looked out toward the Atlantic Ocean. The horizon stretched endlessly, the morning light painting the water in soft shades of silver and blue. The steady rhythm of waves was a reminder that no matter what’s ahead, there’s balance and constancy to be found in the everyday.

A hot cup of Peg’s coffee, the salty sea air, and the Atlantic whispering beyond the windows—that’s a kind of luxury you can’t buy. It’s a gift.